Today Tom gave me the greatest Mother’s Day gift of all.
Believe me, I like a day of pampering as much as the next girl. And I’m not one for jewelry, but you can win my heart with yarn, fabric, or a gift certificate to the Container Store.
But what I really wanted was time in this house, all by myself—to purge.
The house has come last on the list for some time now. Cleaning has meant shoving things on the closest available shelf, or building a precarious stack so there’s room to attend to the crisis at hand. If the door closes on cabinets and closets, it’s good enough. And when I do try to get rid of things, someone inevitably wails, “But I neeeeeed that!”
But, today, when Tom took the kids away for six hours, I got down to business. By the time I heard little feet again, I had thrown out three huge bags of trash and filled two boxes to donate. Shelves were holding just enough, some even had some room to spare. I even eked out some space for summer projects.
It seems wrong to be this elated about a day of cleaning, but I am ECSTATIC. Jubilant. Walking on air.
Somewhere in the midst of it all I stumbled upon this queen driving an excavator, which made me laugh out loud, as it seemed quite symbolic of my whole Mother’s Day.
(Wishing a very Happy Mother’s Day to my own, incredible mother. I love you!)